To Race or not to race . . .


For me, every year represents a different aspect of running. Well hello to 2018. This is a particular momentous year for me as I turn the official three-oh, which has me a bit freaked out! So immediately I assumed I should run my first marathon this year. Seems fitting right? Well, maybe not so right. As I printed of my running schedule, 3 miles Tuesdays, 6 miles Thursdays, run during lunch here, early morning here, after work here, I began to have second thoughts. Looking at my 25 mile a week schedule I was already feeling guilty about missing runs. I am gone for work 11 hours out of the day, I have a toddler, a husband, a dog, and also a life. It dawned on me this isn’t my year to run a marathon, or more aptly this isn’t my year to train for a marathon. I want to enjoy running this year. I want to run whenever, wherever, however long I can and feel like. This year is not a year to race for me, this year is a year to bond with the run and enjoy it. To still feel young and free and let my legs fly because they can and because they want to.  Not that I’m saying marathon training can’t be enjoyable, but it requires structured and timed runs, and with the limited time I have in my days I want to choose what runs I’ll do. This was a rather big decision for me. Running a marathon is an important To-Do on my bucket list, and I am still confident I will get there, but I want it to be the right time, for me and for the run.

Author: runningforyourlife42

Hello! Nice to meet you. My name is Carly. I am a nearly thirty something mother and wife with an 8-6 job (let’s get real no one has 9-5 anymore) living in the suburbs of a metropolitan city. I am a country girl at heart and ache for a piece of land to call my own one day. I have a beautiful little family struggling to make it in this world, as Disney’s Stitch says “It’s little and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good.” I have been running since I was 15 years old and it is a large part of who I am, as is the fact that I have also suffered from anxiety/depression for nearly as long. This is my journey. The day to day of an average women in an average life who has found the ability to fly.

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